Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2006 14:29:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 7
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a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a
potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And
as for the ending, you'll just have to read on, but be forewarned that this
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Chapter 7
Carlos must have been as tired as I was when we got back to the apartment
around four-thirty because he just stripped and fell into bed. I followed
his lead and we were both out in seconds. It was just after noon when we
woke up, the latest I'd slept since my college days. Carlos was quiet,
almost grumpy. That may have been the way he always woke up; the earliest
I'd ever seen him was after he'd been at work a couple of hours. His mood
didn't stop him from having me suck him in the shower. As at the club the
night before, he got off and I didn't.
As we got dressed he suggested I run down to a place on the corner for a
couple of coffees. I'd been hoping for a run down to the car for an escape
to the suburbs, but I took the five-dollar bill he held out and went. I
decided I could use the coffee but there was no way I was hanging around
the city any longer. I wanted to get back to my own world. Besides, I had
no idea where Jose had spent the night but I figured he'd be home sooner or
later and I didn't want to see him.
When I got back to the apartment I handed Carlos his coffee and told him I
was leaving. I wasn't sure how he would take me making a decision like
that.
"You didn't say anything about any other plans for the weekend and I really
should get home. Anne might call and wonder where I am." I didn't feel it
was necessary to mention that I'd called her shortly before leaving the
office the day before and told her I was having a night out with the boys
in the city, so she already knew I had a late night.
Carlos sipped his coffee and nodded his head. "Give me a minute to throw a
few things in a bag and I'll be right with you."
"What? You're coming with me?"
He smiled, his first smile since our third place finish was announced the
night before.
"Sure, it's time for me to see how the other half lives."
"B-but, that's where I live with Anne. What if someone sees you?"
"Relax, sir. There's nothing incriminating about one of the guys from the
office visiting for the weekend. It's not like I'm gonna fuck you on the
front lawn, although that could be fun. Besides, I've extended my
hospitality to you a hundred times. It's time you returned the favor."
I thought about it a minute. While I wasn't comfortable with the idea of
Carlos being in the home I shared with Anne, the thought of spending the
weekend with him appealed to me. And on my turf I might have more control
over how things went.
"Okay, but let's get going." I really didn't want to run into Jose before
we left. Carlos put a change of clothes and some toiletries in my overnight
bag while I finished my coffee. He left a brief note for Jose and we were
out the door in five minutes.
It was quiet in the car as I drove through the Holland Tunnel to the New
Jersey Turnpike. I had no idea what Carlos was thinking about but I was
reliving the contest in my head. I thought about the way Carlos had treated
me over the course of the evening before, during and after the
contest. He'd been the master all the way and made sure I knew I was his
slave. He'd led me around on that leash, given me orders and often seemed
to ignore me. There wasn't a single moment where it felt like we were just
two buddies out for a fun night together. And yet it hadn't all been
distant, impersonal role-playing. So many times I felt his hand on me, a
light touch on the shoulder or on the hip or the small of my back. It
wasn't much but it was a warm, personal connection. It was as if he was
saying, "I'm here, don't worry, I'm taking care of this and I'm taking care
of you." Sure, he barked orders at me and made it clear I was expected to
follow them. Jose did the same, but it wasn't the same. When Jose did it,
he was a rude, arrogant bully pushing me around. When Carlos did it, he was
firm, yet gentle at the same time. He was leading me, not pushing me. And
there was nothing arrogant about it. Jose made it clear that as far as he
was concerned, he mattered and I didn't. With Carlos I always had the
feeling that he was with me, that we were in whatever it was we were doing
together, that we were a team. There was a connection between us that we
both clearly felt.
We were just getting on the Garden State Parkway when I remembered the
apparent disagreement he'd had with Jose toward the end of the night and
asked him about it.
"It was nothing, really," he shrugged. "He wanted to go back to the
apartment and have another three-way but I told him he was gonna sleep on
the couch, that I was tired and just wanted to sleep with you. He was
pissed and said I was going soft on you."
"Well, I can't say I'm sorry we didn't do as he wanted, but I feel bad that
I threw him out of his bed."
"Don't worry about it. There were half a dozen guys droolin' over him at
the club. I'm sure he had no trouble finding someone to go home with. He'll
get over it. We've each spent plenty of nights on the couch when the other
got lucky."
"Well, if you say so. You know him a lot better than I."
"Yeah, maybe I'll invite him to your place with us next weekend to make up
for it."
"No way!" I panicked. "Having you at the house is one thing and I'll put up
with him when I'm at your place, but he's not welcome in my home."
"Chill, man! I said maybe. That's still a whole week away." He shook his
head. "You know Ryan, you've been objecting an awful lot lately. I still
haven't decided how I'm going to punish you for not being totally
cooperative last night. But like I said before, you're the one who's
ultimately in control here. You can end this any time you want. Just say
the word. But then it's over, totally. Until then, if you want me, you'll
just have to do what I say, everything I say, and quit whining!"
He seemed genuinely pissed so I kept quiet until we were nearly home. I
didn't enjoy a lot of what Carlos had been insisting we do and really
didn't like having no say over things, but overall I was having some real
fun with him. I'd even enjoyed most of the contest. While it was
humiliating being led around and treated like a slave, I didn't know any of
those people so it really didn't matter. And surprisingly, I got a bit of a
thrill out of the exhibitionistic aspect of it, being naked and sexual in
front of all of those people. When I objected to something Carlos said it
was an instinctive reaction to try to regain some control over what was
happening. It was input. I hadn't realized it sounded like whining to
him. God, whining was what Anne did when she didn't get her way and I hated
it. I made up my mind to be more of a man, to do what he said without
objection. He'd made me do things I never would have dreamed I'd do, but
overall he'd exercised restraint and pretty good judgment. I just had to
trust him to continue to do that. I wanted him, so I had to let him have
his way.
Carlos was very impressed with the house. I had always loved it but usually
took it for granted. It was a large four-bedroom ranch on an acre, on a
semi-rural wooded stretch of a two-lane county road, so it was quite
private. I gave Carlos a quick tour of the place. The light was blinking on
the answering machine in the kitchen, so I hit the button. There was one
message, received about nine the night before.
"Hey, Ryan, it's Matt. How's the bachelor doing? Sara and I promised Anne
we wouldn't let you starve to death so maybe we can have you over for
dinner tomorrow or Sunday if you don't have plans. Give us a call. Ciao."
"Who was that?"
"That's my friend and lawyer, Matt Jorgenson. I've known him since he
handled the closing on this house. He and his wife Sara hang out with Anne
and me a lot."
"So is he as hot as he sounds?"
I had to pause and mull that over. I'd never thought of Matt in those
terms.
"He's okay looking, I guess. A couple of years older than me, reddish blond
hair, bigger, kind of barrel-chested, but not heavy. He's okay, but not
what I'd call hot."
"So are we goin' to his place for dinner?"
"No!' I took a deep breath. "Look Carlos, I understand what you said in the
car earlier and I'm going to try to lighten up a bit and go with the flow
more. But you have to keep in mind that I have another life that has to be
kept separate and we're getting very close to overlapping here as it is."
"I know, Ry, and I appreciate that you're trying to work with me. I guess I
shouldn't tease you so much, but you're just so damn easy. It's hard to
resist sometimes."
I put my bag in the bedroom and then returned Matt's call, explained that a
friend from the office was spending the weekend so I would be tied up,
thanked him for the invitation and suggested that maybe we could work out
something during the week. Of course at that point I had no idea if Carlos
had plans for my week or not. I stopped in the kitchen for a couple of
beers and then led Carlos out onto the deck that ran the length of the back
of the house, overlooking the huge backyard that sloped down and
away. There were neighbors on either side, but they weren't close so the
deck was very private. It was one of my favorite spots. Carlos looked
around and then set down his beer.
"It's really nice out here. Private, too. I don't see any reason why we're
wearing these clothes."
He immediately began stripping off his clothes and in seconds he was
naked. I knew there was no way anyone could see us on the deck so I
followed suit. We sat side by side in a couple of lounge chairs. I rolled
my head to one side and enjoyed his dark profile on the white cushions.
"Fuck, this is nice. I knew you guys upstairs made big bucks, but never
imagined you lived like this. Damn, you must be rich!"
"Not really. It didn't cost all that much six years ago and Anne's parents
gave us the down payment as a wedding present. Still, I agree, it's very
nice."
"I was kind of hoping we could get to the beach today but it's getting a
little late. This is nearly as good, though."
"Better, because it's clean and private and they don't allow beer on the
beach."
"Maybe we'll go to the beach tomorrow." He took a swig of his beer. "Hey,
we haven't eaten anything yet today and I'm starving. How about we order
some pizza? You know any place good around here that delivers?"
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. What do you like on yours?"
"Anything but anchovies."
I went into the house and called in an order for a sausage and pepper
pie. As I went back to the deck I thought how good I felt, how free. In all
the years Anne and I had been in the house, I'd never been naked outside
the bathroom or bedroom.
When the doorbell rang a while later I got up and picked up my
jeans. Carlos grabbed my arm.
"Uh-uh, Ry."
"Oh c'mon, I can't answer the door naked."
"I don't see why not. It's your house and you have the right to be naked in
it. But relax, you can wear my boxers."
He bent down, affording me a wonderful view of his ass with just a hint of
his pucker, picked up the shorts and handed them to me. I struggled into
them. I was in great shape but Carlos was a whole lot smaller than me. It
didn't help that my dick had plumped up a bit at the sight of that
beautiful black ass. I went into the kitchen, took some money from a drawer
and headed for the front door, feeling very self-conscious. As I opened the
door I looked down and realized how obvious the bulge in my shorts was. The
cute teen who was holding the pizza seemed only mildly surprised at my
attire, but then I suppose he saw all kinds of things on his deliveries. We
were exchanging the money for the pizza when he glanced past me and his
mouth dropped open. I looked back over my shoulder and Carlos was standing
in the hall wearing only his jeans, open at the waist, his swollen monster
causing a large bulge down the inside of his left thigh.
"Keep the change," I said as I kicked the door shut in the boy's face. I
glared at Carlos but he just gave me an angelic smile.
"What?"
I shook my head and took the pizza out onto the deck. At least the kid was
a complete stranger. I managed to peel off the boxers while Carlos stripped
off his jeans.
We spent the next couple of hours naked on the deck, eating pizza, drinking
beer, talking, getting some sun. In short, it was a fantastic afternoon. At
one point we both dozed off in our lounge chairs and I awoke before
Carlos. I lay there and watched him sleep. His eyes were locked shut by
those long, thick eyelashes. His nose was slightly broader than average and
his nostrils flared as he breathed. Even in his sleep those thick luscious
lips curved slightly into that small smile of his, as if he was having
devilish thoughts, which I was sure he was. My eyes traveled down his slim,
wiry body, taking in the nubs of his nipples standing out from his defined
chest, running down his taut smooth abdomen to his trimmed bush. His
slightly engorged love muscle was lying in the crevice of his smooth brown
thighs. Man, he was so hot, so totally sexy, that I just wanted to throw
myself onto that body. But it wasn't just his physical presence that drove
me wild because I knew that when he opened his eyes and fixed them on mine,
when he entered me in that way, that's when I really melted. It was that
connection again, the way we just became a part of each other's being, that
took me to new heights. Sometimes I felt I could sit across a table from
him, stare into his eyes and reach orgasm just from that. And I had the
feeling he felt the same way.
It had been such a relaxing afternoon and I felt so good that when Carlos
suggested going out on the town in Asbury Park for the evening, I readily
agreed. Anne and I had been to a couple of concerts at Convention Hall but
I didn't know much about the town. I wouldn't have known about the gay
places anyway, but Carlos checked out a website on my computer and found
places to go.
We had a light late dinner at a beautiful restaurant on Lake Avenue that
wasn't gay but seemed to have a lot of gay customers, then went to
Paradise, a huge club near the boardwalk. I was a little apprehensive about
going into my second gay club but this one was so different. It had several
rooms and dance floors, even a large private patio and pool. But what
really impressed me was the crowd. There were both men and women of all
ages and races, a great mix of people all having fun. I'd never been much
for dancing but Carlos dragged me out onto the floor and we spent half the
night there. We didn't leave until they were practically pushing us out the
door.
When we got back to the house I was in a wonderful mood. I'd had a great
day, an almost normal day, with Carlos. He hadn't given any orders all
evening and we'd had a fun night. I had decided earlier that we would sleep
in one of the guest rooms. I wasn't comfortable with the idea of being with
him in the room I shared with Anne. But he had other ideas.
"Oh no, Ry. I'm gonna fuck your pussy in the same bed that you fuck hers."
In spite of my uneasiness, that idea phrased in that way really turned me
on, so I immediately acquiesced and led him to the master bedroom. From the
way he'd said it, I expected the sex to be forceful and a bit one-sided, as
it had been lately, but instead it was a long, passionate session. He
kissed me for a long time before he lifted my legs over his shoulders and
buried his tool in my chute. As he pounded me he never once took his eyes
off mine. Oh yeah, he fucked me good, but it wasn't the kind of brutal use
of my hole that I'd begun to get used to. It was more like that first time,
before I fucked up, back when he liked me. We came at nearly the same time
and then he leaned in and kissed me again. I cleaned him up with a damp
towel and when I came back from the bathroom he had fallen asleep. As I lay
on my side, watching him breathe, very gently running the back of my
fingers over his soft cheek, I knew I was falling in love.
We got up a bit earlier the next morning and I fixed pancakes and bacon for
breakfast. Carlos wolfed it down, explaining that he loved breakfast but
never had time to make it at home. He usually grabbed something on the way
to work.
I wasn't surprised when he suggested a visit to the nude beach at Sandy
Hook. I had a feeling that's what he'd meant when he talked about the beach
the day before and I had to admit to myself that I was more than a little
curious about it. After the thrill I'd had being naked in the club Friday
night, I wondered what it would be like being naked in public outdoors. I
was a little concerned about running into someone I knew, though. That
hadn't been a worry in a gay S&M club in the city but Sandy Hook was less
than ten miles from home.
Carlos was good at soothing my nerves in the car on the way to the
beach. His main point was that I wouldn't have to explain myself to anyone
I ran into at the beach since they would be at a nude beach as well.
"Yeah, but anyone who knows me also knows Anne. It wouldn't look good me
being there without her. She'd be sure to find out and then I'd have some
real explaining to do."
"Didn't you say your wife was quite the proper lady? Your friends must know
that so they would expect if you were going to check out a place like a
nude beach it would be with a buddy while she was away. Nothing wrong with
that and no reason to tattle on you."
"I suppose. Besides, the subject of the nude beach has come up in
conversations at a number of social occasions and no one I know has ever
indicated they'd been there so I'm sure I'm worrying about nothing."
"That's right Ry, just relax and enjoy yourself. It's gonna be a blast."
Carlos insisted that we strip the second we passed the sign announcing the
clothing optional area. It was a whole different feel from Friday
night. Then it had been sexual, sleazy and kinky. Here it was still sexual,
but with the sun, breeze and fresh air, it was a cleaner feeling
stimulation. Sure, we'd been naked on the deck the day before and there
were those same elements but here there was exhibitionism thrown in. And it
was a special thrill being naked in front of both men and women and knowing
that some of each were watching.
We found a spot to spread out our stuff toward the far end of the
beach. Carlos said that was the gay end but it still seemed somewhat mixed
to me. I don't know what I'd been expecting, but we ended up spending a few
pleasant, typical hours on the beach. Carlos said he'd heard that the park
rangers could be sticklers about inappropriate touching, so we limited
touching to applying sun block to each other's backs. We had a good time
reading, listening to music, talking and, of course, sightseeing. It was
getting close to three o'clock when I began to feel like I was burning a
bit, so we decided to go for one last walk along the edge of the water and
then head home.
As we strolled in the ankle deep water, Carlos occasionally kicked some in
my direction. For mid-August the water felt pretty cold to me, but then I
wasn't that familiar with the ocean. The first couple of years Anne and I
had lived in the area we went to the beach in Long Branch a few times but
she didn't enjoy it. She said there was too much sand and the breeze messed
up her hair. I turned and dove for cover each time Carlos sent a spray of
chilly water in my direction. Once I got him back by catching a wave with
my foot and sending the spray toward him. Then as the water washed up
toward us he bent down, scooped some up in his hands and hurled it toward
me. I spun away, slamming into someone and going down in a tangle of arms
and legs. I could tell it was a woman I fell on as my left hand landed on a
shaved pussy and my right on a breast. We were both stunned by the fall and
didn't move for a few seconds.
"You want to get your thumb out of my wife's twat, Ryan?" I gasped at the
sound of the familiar voice and looked up to see a very naked Matt smiling
down at me. I looked down again and Sara was smiling up at me.
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry." I quickly scrambled off her and held out my hand to
help her up.
"My pleasure, Ryan," she laughed. She gave me a long, searching look from
head to toe. "We're never seen you here before. First time?"
"Um, yeah. I, uh, well uh," I must have looked as embarrassed as I felt and
sounded. I couldn't get any words to come out of my mouth. What made it
worse was that although my brain and mouth had quit working, my neck and
eyes hadn't, as my head kept swiveling back and forth between Sara and
Matt, gawking at their naked bodies.
I'd completely forgotten about Carlos until all of a sudden he was beside
me, lightly patting and rubbing my back.
"Calm down buddy, are you okay? I think maybe you got the wind knocked out
of ya." He turned to Matt and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Carlos
Fernandez, a friend of Ryan's from work."
"Oh yes, Ryan said he had a friend staying with him. Nice to meet ya. Matt
Jorgensen here, and this is my wife, Sara. I think Ryan does look a bit
shaken up."
I couldn't believe they were all standing around chatting as if they were
at a church social. Well, not exactly. I must have been regaining my
composure because I noticed Sara couldn't take her eyes off Carlos' thick
black snake.
"I'm sorry guys, I'm just a little stunned. It's my first time here and I
never expected to see anyone I knew, much less you guys."
'Why not us? We're not exactly prudes like uh, well, some people." I knew
Matt was about to say Anne and caught himself just in time.
"No, I just meant, you know, naked and all. I'm sorry, I'm not making any
sense."
"Just relax, Ryan." Sara finally tore her eyes away from Carlos and smiled
at me. "If you're worried about Matt or me saying anything to Anne, forget
it. We know she's a bit conservative and might frown on a place like
this. That's why we've never mentioned we come here."
"Thanks, Sara. Carlos wanted to come and I've always been a little curious,
so I figured, what the hell. But Anne would never understand."
"It'll be our little secret." She gave me a conspiratorial wink. "In all
the years we've known you I don't think we've ever seen this much of you,
and it looks like we've really been missing something. Nice rings, by the
way. Are they new?"
Damn, the nipple rings. And I'd just started to relax.
"Yeah, they were something else I'd always wanted to try and decided while
Anne was away might be a good time."
Matt raised an eyebrow. "Well, apparently there's a lot more to you than
meets the eye although I suppose you could say the same about us."
"As nice as it's been meeting you, Ry and I were just about to leave. He's
starting to burn." I couldn't believe Carlos was actually coming to my
rescue.
"Ry, huh? Sara and I were just about to leave ourselves. Say, now that
we've all met, why don't you fellows come over to the house for dinner?"
"Oh, I don't know, Matt. I don't want to put you out."
"No trouble, man. Go home, shower and come on over. I'll just throw
something on the grill. Very simple, very casual."
"Yes, a sort of come as you are," Sara smiled. "Though you might want to
wear something in the car on the way over. Once you get to the house, it's
up to you. We've seen it all now anyway." She laughed again.
"Why not, Ry? Your friends seem nice and it sounds like fun. We didn't have
any plans anyway." So much for Carlos coming to my rescue.
I gave in. They'd already met Carlos and he was behaving himself. My
marriage was one limitation he respected. Maybe it would be fun. I'd always
liked Matt and Sara more than most of our friends. Actually most of our
friends were really Anne's friends but I'd always thought of Matt and Sara
as my friends as well. And I wanted to talk to them some more and be sure
they weren't going to say anything to Anne. So I agreed that Carlos and I
would go clean up and then drop by.
Carlos and I played together in the shower but didn't actually have sex. He
said he wanted to wait until later. As we got dressed he insisted I not
wear anything under my shorts.
"I thought the free-balling was only for work."
"It's for whenever I'm around." He grinned. "I think this dinner could be
very interesting, Ry."
"Oh, no, you're not going to do anything, are you?"
"Take it easy. I respect your limits. I'm not gonna start anything. I just
meant that that broad couldn't take her eyes off my dong today. Her pussy
was practically dripping for it."
"Sure she was looking. You're a hot stud. But she's married and her husband
was standing right here. She wasn't seriously interested."
"I don't know. Married ain't dead. And she seemed pretty interested in what
you had, too."
"Not everyone is the sex pervert you are, Carlos. Try to keep your mind out
of the gutter tonight."
I was somewhat surprised, though I guess I shouldn't have been, when Matt
answered the door wearing only a large towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hey fellas, c'mon out back. Sara and I were just getting into the hot
tub."
Carlos gave me an amused look and raised his eyebrows as we followed Matt
through the house to the patio. Sara was already in the tub and her naked
breasts were just visible above the bubbling water. Anne and I had been in
this Jacuzzi a few times, although always in swimsuits.
"Strip down and hop in guys, No need for modesty after this afternoon,"
Matt said as he filled four martini glasses from a pitcher on the bar. I
hesitated but Carlos immediately pulled his shirt off over his head and
unfastened his shorts. I shrugged and followed suit. Sara smiled as she
noticed my lack of underwear but, as on the beach, was mainly focused on
Carlos. He and I climbed into the tub and Matt handed us our drinks, then
dropped his towel and joined us. I felt better this way, covered from the
nipples down, although the heat and massaging action of the water probably
contributed. Carlos' hand in my crotch, fondling my dick and balls under
the water, didn't relax me much but it did feel good.
After about fifteen minutes in the hot water, making small talk, sipping
our martinis, we all got out. Matt handed us each a large towel to dry off
with, but after we were done both he and Sara spread them on their chairs
and sat on them rather than wrapping up in them. Carlos did the same so I
didn't have much choice. Matt poured another round of drinks and we
chatted. The conversation was taking on much more of a sexual tone and I
didn't know where to look. I didn't want to appear to be staring at Matt's
hairy chest or slightly swollen dick so I looked at Sara. She was somewhat
more voluptuous than Anne. Whereas Anne had a bit of a boyish looking body
with small breasts and slim hips, Sara had a more traditional hourglass
figure. And while she wasn't really sitting with her legs spread, it was
hard not to feel like I was staring right up her shaved pussy.
"You know, Ryan, Sara and I have a few friends, two couples actually, who
we play around with now and then. I'll be discreet and not say who they
are. It's a way of bringing a little excitement and variety into our
marriage in a controlled way. We realize that you and Anne wouldn't be into
that kind of thing, but Sara has been very curious about young Carlos
here."
I had a feeling I knew where this was going and tried to head it off.
"You're right, I couldn't even imagine Anne and I doing anything with
another couple, but if it works for you it's none of my business, I
suppose."
Sara's eyes were glued to Carlos' swollen dong. "I've never had a black
man, and since you're single and run so true to the stereotype, I was
wondering if you might 'humor' me, Carlos."
I held my breath waiting for Carlos' answer. I could just imagine how
uncomfortable I'd be, sitting naked with Matt while Carlos and Sara were in
the bedroom, satisfying her curiosity. I was surprised to realize that I
was also feeling a little jealous toward Carlos.
'Well, it would be a new experience for me too, but there's a first time
for everything, I suppose."
"You mean you've never been with a white woman?"
"No, I mean I'm gay and I've never been with a woman."
"Gay?" Matt and Sara both said at once. They turned and looked at me
curiously. "Well, if you think you can get it up for me I'd still love to
have you," Sara added. She lowered the back of her lounge chair about
halfway and leaned back, spreading her legs so that one foot was on either
side of the chair, fingering herself as she got comfortable.
"Let me get you some lube, dear. You haven't ever had one that big, you
know." Matt got up and went into the house, returning a moment later with a
tube of KY.
'Oh God, they're going to do it right here, in front of me and Matt.' How
uncomfortable was that going to be? In no time Sara had herself lubed up
and had worked three fingers into her cunt, stretching herself in
anticipation of Carlos. He had stroked himself into full arousal and both
Matt and Sara seemed mesmerized by his size. I watched in a trance, not
quite believing this was happening, as Carlos knelt on the lounge between
Sara's legs and slowly sunk his massive tool into her and then waited for
her to get used to the invasion. I glanced over at Matt and he had a hard
thick six-incher in his fist. That's when I realized that I was hard as
well.
"Looks like we'll have to wait our turn, Ryan." Mat smiled at me. "Usually
we have an equal number of dicks and pussies at these little parties so
there's no waiting."
Carlos looked over at us as he began to slowly pump in and out of
Sara. "I'm sure Ry wouldn't mind giving you a little head to keep you in
the mood, Matt. He's got an awesome mouth." I gasped as the implication of
that sunk in, but Carlos wasn't done. "And a really hot pussy as well, if
you want to give that a try."
I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but Matt recovered from his
initial shock and looked at Carlos somewhat doubtfully. "I don't know, the
only same sex stuff we've ever had at our parties has been between a couple
of the women."
"Oh c'mon, Matt, a hole is a hole. It doesn't make you gay to fill it. Go
ahead Ry, show him what you can do. Make your friend feel good."
As horrified as I felt, the sight of Carlos plugging Sara was both turning
me on and making me jealous so I needed something to take my mind and eyes
off it. I got up from my chair, knelt in front of my friend and took his
rigid dick in my hand. I couldn't bring myself to look up at him so I
focused on what was before me. I ran my mouth up and down the sides of his
cock a few times, then flicked my tongue around the edge of the head. Then
in one swift motion I dove down onto it and swallowed the whole thing. Matt
gasped in surprise but since I was used to sucking Carlos and struggling
with Jose, it was really pretty easy. As I bobbed up and down on Matt's
joystick I listened to the moans and groans coming from the lounge. I
recognized the sounds of Carlos' impending orgasm just as Matt pulled me
off.
"I wanna watch this and I don't want to cum yet."
Matt and I turned just as Carlos gave one final thrust into Sara and then
watched as his ass muscles clenched over and over as he shot his
load. Almost immediately he pulled out and rolled down onto the patio next
to the chair, sitting and grinning at us.
"Not bad. Not quite as tight as man pussy, but hot." His grin turned
devilish. "You know, just because Ry sucks dick doesn't mean he's all
gay. Go ahead Ry, show us how you can eat pussy. Suck my load out of that
cunt."
I knew I should have felt mortified at the idea of sucking cum out of
Anne's friend's pussy, but the idea actually made me feel less jealous of
what Carlos had just done, so I crawled to the lounge chair, leaned over
the foot of it and looked into the gaping pussy, oozing Carlos' love
juice. I touched my tongue to her and began to lap and suck.
"Go ahead Matt, you've had one end, try the other. He's in position for
you." I didn't want to think about my friend fucking me because the more I
did the more turned on I was getting, so I buried my face in his wife's
crotch and forced my tongue further into her.
"I don't know, Carlos. Fucking another guy is pretty gay."
"Not if you're the one doing the fucking. Tell you what, I'll lube him up
so you don't have to touch his pussy."
I felt a cold blob of lube on my hole and then Carlos pushed one, then two
fingers in, opening me up. In spite of the humiliating situation, I
recognized his touch and it felt so good. Matt placed his head against my
pucker and very tentatively pushed, slowly imbedding himself in me. I was
tense due to the situation but since he was so much smaller than what I was
used to it didn't hurt. When he began to fuck it was very slowly and very
gently.
"Go on, Matt, ride him hard. He's used to much rougher fucking than
that. Pound him, really plow that ass."
So Matt grabbed onto my hips and began to piston into me. The earlier show
combined with my sucking must have had him on the edge because he'd only
been at it a few minutes when I felt his dick throbbing in my hole,
shooting his load into me.
"Damn, you were right, Carlos, " Matt said as he pulled out of me. "That's
a really tight hole, like nothing I've ever experienced."
"Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy it myself as soon as I've recovered from the workout
your wife gave me. Hey Ry, come over here and lick this pussy juice off my
stick, get me up for fucking you."
I made a half turn toward Carlos and saw him sitting on the ground, his
mostly soft though still wet dick in his hand. As I bent toward it, Sara
got up from the lounge and headed into the house.
"I've got an idea for something we can do until Carlos has recharged his
batteries."
When she returned, for the first time all evening, I was truly shocked. She
was wearing a large strap-on dildo. It was easily as long as Carlos' dick
but not quite as thick. It looked like Sara intended to fuck me as well.
"No reason why you boys should have all the fun. I'm gonna have me a piece
of this boy pussy."
She knelt behind me and lubed up the dildo, then pressed it against my
already slick and stretched hole. She pushed in slowly but then began to
fuck hard. I noted with irony that she rode me a lot harder than her
husband had. The sight combined with my licking and sucking must have
turned on Carlos because in no time his cock had risen back to
full-staff. He watched her fuck for a couple of minutes and then took her
place.
"Now I'll show you how my pussy boy really likes his ass to be used."
He began to pound into me, longdicking me, pulling almost completely out
before slamming back into me. A couple of times he came all the way out and
just punched his dick back in. Because he'd just come in Sara I knew he'd
probably last a long time but he stopped after a few minutes.
"I've got an idea. Hand me that contraption."
Sara gave him the strap-on and he pulled back until just the head of his
dick was in me. Then I felt the head of the dildo press against my hole,
just over his dick.
"No way that's gonna fit, Carlos. You'll tear me up."
"Give it a shot, Ry. You know you can handle more than my thickness." I
knew he was thinking of Jose's beer can and I silently thanked him for not
mentioning that. There was no need for Matt and Sara to know everything
about what I'd been doing. He pushed on the dildo and I felt it pop through
my stretched ring. There was a moment of intense pain and then it faded to
a very full, very stretched feeling. "See, I told you you could take
it. I've got faith in you, Ry."
He moved forward very slowly, pushing both the dildo and his dick into
me. Once I was fully impaled on them he stopped. I thought it was to allow
me to get used to the feeling but when I felt him fumbling around behind me
I looked over my shoulder and saw he was fastening the strap around his
waist.
"Okay Ry, get ready for a wild ride." With that he began to thrust his hips
forward and back, fucking me with both dicks at once. It just felt
uncomfortable at first but all of a sudden I seemed to stretch one last
little bit and then it felt great, like a regular fuck only more
intense. Carlos must have sensed the change because he picked up speed. The
double pounding of my prostate was incredible and in just a few minutes I
exploded without even touching myself. Carlos responded to the tightening
of my ass ring by shooting his load deep inside me. He then collapsed onto
my back and lay there, catching his breath. Finally, he slowly pulled
out. I was sure my hole was gaping open as he withdrew both dicks.
"Damn, that was hot. I knew you could do it, babe."
"Yeah, Ryan, that was amazing. Sara and I thought we were pretty kinky, but
you are a revelation."
A revelation. Yeah, that was a good word for it. A revelation, not only to
Matt and Sara but to myself as well. And in spite of all I was learning
about myself and what I enjoyed doing, I had no idea where this was
leading. And I wasn't sure I wanted to think about that too much.
To be continued.